As Rosie lay asleep on the couch, head resting in Murphy's lap, Murphy remained wide awake. At first, he had been stroking her hair, doing his best to keep her calm. Now that he was the only one conscious, he was left alone with his thoughts and fears. He now had time to assess the fact that they were trapped there, and they might not be okay, the way he kept telling Rosie they would be.

He nudged the girl slightly, just to assess how deeply she was asleep, before determining she was basically dead to the world. His eyes shot over to the remote only a few inches away, his mind unable to forget the video they had been watching and what would happen next. He bit down on his lip before making the rash decision that he had to know what happened next. Slowly he reached for the remote, careful not to disturb Rosie. He clicked on the tv and turned the volume down as low as he could, eyes shooting between the screen and the sleeping girl.

The video picked up where they had left off, with the two men discovering the dead man's body. Murphy watched and listened intently as they spoke of some woman named "Allie" then proceeded to carry the dead body out of the bunker. As the clip ended and a new one began, he reached for the remote and shut it off, deciding he could watch later.

He couldn't shake the image of the man shooting himself in the chest from his head. Beside him and Rosie laid the same pillow from the video, completely covered in the unknown man's blood. His eyes scanned over it and the stain. He then found himself wondering about the two men who carried his body out, and where they were now. They clearly didn't die in there, seeing as there were no corpses or bones lying around, but he wondered if they ever even made it back down there.

The thought sent shivers down his spine. If they didn't make it back, that would mean they died in those first explosions. He had always learned about the end of the world on the ark, but had never had to put faces to those who were lost. Now, he did.

His thoughts were interrupted by the light reflecting something at his feet. He leaned slightly forward, trying not to disturb Rosie, and eyed the floor. It was the shiny revolver from the video, lying half revealed beneath the couch. His mind raced as he knew how Rosie would respond to it. It wasn't something she would like having around, but he knew it was something that could benefit them in the long run. He kicked it with his heel gently, sending it further beneath the couch so that no part of it was sticking out. That way, he wouldn't have to bother her with the details of it but he would still have it around if need be.

His eyes then traveled to his lap, where Rosie slept peacefully. Her legs were curled up on the couch and her head was resting on top of a pillow on his lap. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes seemed to twitch back and forth beneath her eyelids. Murphy found himself smiling down at the sight, coming to the realization that it was the most peaceful and pure thing he had ever seen. With everything going on (being locked down there, being far from home, their impending doom), he didn't want to think about her in that way. He didn't want to grow anymore attached than he already was. But still, he found himself brushing her hair back with his thumb and knowing he would never be able to stop how he was starting to feel.

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Rosie awoke to Murphy gently trying to move her head from his lap. She sat up slowly, worried she had bothered him from the position she was in. He too looked upset when she saw his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," He started apologetically. His tone and words made her realize the reason he looked upset had nothing to do with her, but with himself. "My leg just fell asleep and I was going to get a drink."

"Don't worry about it," Rosie assured, holding back a yawn that was threatening to come out. "I needed to wake up anyways."

Murphy nodded before raising from his seated position and walking around the couch towards the small kitchen area. Rosie stretched her arms and raked her fingers through her messy hair before stealing a look at the boy, averting her eyes when she worried he might catch her. When she glanced back, a little smirk was planted on his face, and she knew he had caught her looking the first time. With a sigh and a small smile, she got up and joined him in the kitchen area.

"Here you go," Murphy reached out and handed her a glass of wine he already had prepared. "I figured we could play a drinking game."

"A game?" Rosie questioned, having a sudden horror flashback to the last time he had that suggestion.

"Yeah, I figured while we're stuck down here, might as well make the best of it." Murphy shrugged. While she was sleeping, he had internally made the decision to keep her as happy as possible while they were down there. If that meant coming up with little games and drinking expensive wine every night, he would do it.

"Well, what did you wanna play?" She questioned, leaning against the pool table as she sipped on her wine.

"Why not pool?" Murphy suggested, strolling over to the table and knocking one of the balls into the others.

"How is that a drinking game?"

"Anything can be a drinking game," Murphy nudged the girl and grinned, causing her to roll her eyes despite her smile. "Every time one of us gets one of the balls in, the other has to drink. The winner gets the couch tonight."

"But I've never played before," Rosie crossed her arms over her chest in protest.

Murphy suddenly remembered how young she was when she was locked up. Although they did have a few things they could play on the ark, she would never have tried pool before lockup. He bit down on his lip before coming up with the perfect plan.

"Well, I can show you," He offered, standing up straight from the table and going to grab a pool stick.

Rosie set down her glass and accepted the pool stick tentatively, seeming unsure of what to do with it or herself. Murphy placed his hands on her hips and turned her to face the table, before showing her where to place her hands on the stick. His arms snaked around her as he leaned over her, showing her where to point the tip of stick and aim. Her cheeks were hot at their proximity, hardly able to listen to his instructions as he spoke them in her ear.

"Got it?" He questioned, turning his face slightly to look at her. Their faces were inches apart and almost instinctively he found his eyes flickering to her lips. Rosie noticed this, and in a moment of fear quickly jerked her head away, back towards the cue ball, and hit it with the stick.

The white ball smacked into another ball and fell into a pocket with a satisfying thud. Rosie grinned and stood up straight, unable to believe she actually got one in.

"Wow, nice shot," Murphy commented, standing up straight and scratching at the back of his head. His ego was slightly wounded by her eagerness to look away, but he made sure not to show it. "You sure you've never played before?"

"Nope, never played," Rosie shook her head, the grin still on her lips. "Must just have a good teacher."

John smiled at her words before crossing around to the other side of the pool table and gathering all of the balls, including the one she just knocked in. He then went on to set them up in a triangle before grabbing the other pool stick.

"Now, I'm not going to go easy on you," He warned in a teasing manner.

"Oh, I would hope not," Rosie grinned before lining up to take the first shot.

She hit the white ball dead on, sending it into the triangle of balls and causing them to shoot all over the table. John went next, sinking a solid-colored ball into a pocket and causing Rosie to drink. The game went on as such, each of them sinking balls in and causing the wine to flow freely. By the end, Murphy was the first one to run out of balls and have only the 8 ball remain, with a clear shot. He eyed Rosie for a moment before lining up the shot, then shifting his aim a few centimeters over and shooting. The white ball smacked into the 8 ball, which then went flying towards a corner pocket. Just as it looked like it was going to go in, it hit a little too far over and shot back, causing Rosie to celebrate.

"Maybe I've had too much wine," Murphy thought aloud, looking at his empty glass.

Rosie then shot her remaining ball into a pocket, and lined up to shoot the 8 ball in. She too had a perfect shot, and was determined not to miss it. She sent the stick into the white ball, sending it into the 8 ball which then fell right into the pocket she had aimed for. She shot up with a grin, happy that she had won.

"Beginners luck," Murphy grumbled with an eye roll, leaning his stick against the table.

"Uh huh, whatever you have to tell yourself," She shrugged smugly, resting her stick next to his. "I'm exhausted, guess I should get comfortable on the couch."

Murphy rolled his eyes at her attempts to brag, but wasn't actually annoyed at all. As she got comfortable on the couch, he got to work cleaning up their glasses and the empty bottle of wine they had polished off together. He then shut off the lights before grabbing a blanket for himself and got comfortable on the floor in front of the couch.

"Don't step on me in the middle of the night," He warned, causing Rosie to grin.

Despite being locked in a bunker with no way out and a pretty bleak looking outcome, Rosie couldn't help but feel somewhat happy. Perhaps it was all the wine or maybe it was a winner's high, but for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel in immediate danger or scared. Some part of her knew she had Murphy to thank for that.

"John?" Rosie whispered after a few moments, fearing he might have already fallen asleep.

"Yeah?" He grumbled back.

"Thanks for letting me win,"

The sentiment caused Murphy to roll over then sit up and look at the girl. He hadn't realized she could tell that was what he was doing, and he also didn't want her to get mad he did so.

"I don't know what you're—" He began to try and deny it, but she cut him off.

"You can sleep up here, too,"

The words left her mouth before she really thought about them. She knew that it was the wine talking, because she would never have that much confidence normally, but in the moment she didn't really care. Murphy seemed to pause, as if assessing whether it was a joke or not, before obliging and standing to join her. She sat up then leaned forward on the edge of the couch, letting him lie down and get comfortable on his side, before laying down beside him. After a few moments, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer into him.

Rosie wasn't sure if she would regret making the suggestion in the morning, once the alcohol wore off, or what him holding her meant. She didn't know exactly what her feelings were or what his were at all. All she knew, in that moment, was she would stay in that bunker forever if that meant being in his arms.

A/N: Ahhhh this chapter and the next couple are gonna be so light and fluffy. I love them. They deserve the world. Thank you for all the love and support, I hope you enjoy this chapter of the babies getting a rare instance of happiness.